You lay by my side in the still of the night Let morning bring forth, all that's wondrous, wondrous to light You could have made it, made it more plain
Oh, how sadly sound the songs, the queen must sing of dying A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing If she could see her mirror now She would
moving in me? Power in the insect, power in the sea Power in the snow falling silently Power in the blossom, power in the stone Power in the song being
good Some are not so bright And I can't hear, sing along with the night song Night song, from my heart Why can't we sing this silent song? Why not
should forget about it and decided to piss, but he couldn't... (A plane passed silently overhead, the streetlights, and the buds on the trees and the night
Well, each teaser reveals the beauty that was always already there My body and soul and my car are not for sale Some days are made of silent anticipation
the people sheltered under Albany, proud symbol set in the Highlands free (This is Gordon McKenzie's story) Just like a song, a song that lasts forever
every night has its dawn Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song Every rose has its thorn, yeah it does I listen to our favorite song playing
every night has its dawn Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song Every rose has its thorn Yeah it does I listen to our favorite song playing
Parked outside in a car down by the church this mornin' We never knew we'd get this far The songs I played are chosin' Never thought I'd see you leave
when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singin' an ancient song Or falling in love in the streets at night
boat in the distance Will the devil take his chance At still waters at night So dance me a small dance And the night cannot hurt you Nor the waters be silent
This next song is Is dedicated to those American fighting girls! That's right Those American fighting girls Who aren't afraid to take the law into
, I cannot hide I feel a silent scream begin inside Then all at once the chaos ceased A stillness fell, a sudden peace The warriors felt my silent cry
And the quiet lapping song Beaten by the splendor of her hips I had to lay her down Atop those briny beds And press my mouth against her silent
heart And the quiet lapping song Beaten by the splendor of her hips I had to lay her down Atop those briny beds And press my mouth against her silent
my way across Dixie, eighteen sixty-five I walked all day and halfway to heaven Now believe I'm on the other side Day turns into night time, night time
Silent shadows of the night Faded with the mornin' light We just wrote another song Maybe a word or two is wrong There's so much that could be said It